Mr. Ye's Wife is Sassy and Flirtatious Chapter 425: Don't Tell Rong Rong I've Made a Mess

Chapter 425: Don’t Tell Rong Rong I’ve Made a Mess

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Master EightyK…”

Sheng Jian was helped to his feet, his face bruised and swollen. Gone was the domineering aura he used to carry as the infamous EightyK Sheng.

Zhuang Ling hurriedly pulled Ye Nanshen away, his arms around Ye Nanshen’s waist, and said, “Master Shen, what are you doing here, throwing punches?”

Zhuang Ling had just stepped out to answer a phone call and returned to find Ye Nanshen missing. Zhuang Ling was scared half to death. When Zhuang Ling finally found Ye Nanshen, he almost had a heart attack because Ye Nanshen had just pummeled the so-called Gemstone King, Master EightyK Sheng.

‘Oh dear, why couldn’t it have been me instead? Boo-hoo.’ Zhuang Ling thought.

Ye Nanshen pushed Zhuang Ling aside and adjusted his sleeves, saying, “Zhuang Ling, this man intruded into our room. Show him out.”

Zhuang Ling felt like dying at that moment. He said, “Master Shen, this is not our room. Ours is next door…”

Ye Nanshen frowned, “Ah, no wonder the decor seemed different.”

Ye Nanshen’s eyes shifted to the battered Sheng Jian and said, “Looks like I got the wrong guy.”

With that, Ye Nanshen turned to leave, saying, “I’ve messed up; don’t tell Rong Rong.”

And Ye Nanshen strode off with a haughty, unapologetic demeanor.

Sheng Jian could cry if only it were socially acceptable. He pondered, ‘Where did this brute come from? He hit first and asked questions later, with a smug air as if he ruled the world. Who was this Rong Rong?’

Sheng Jian resolved to lodge a formal complaint.

Zhuang Ling bowed apologetically to Sheng Jian and said, “I am sorry, Master EightyK. I promise to come with gifts and apologize formally another day. It was a misunderstanding. My apologies.”

Zhuang Ling then rushed to follow Ye Nanshen out the door. However, their footsteps came to an abrupt halt at the doorway. They stepped back inside, retreating back into the room.

Sheng Jian and his two a.s.sistants felt a wave of annoyance rush over them.

“Madam…” Zhuang Ling was the first to speak.

Annoyed, Sheng Jian strained his eyes to see who was hidden behind the towering figure of Ye Nanshen. It was perfect timing. He was eager to see who this brute was afraid of, so he could exact his revenge later.

“Rong Rong,” Ye Nanshen called, looking at the slightly furrowed brow of Rong Qi. A touch of grievance laced his voice. “Someone called me blind. Is it because I don’t look good in sungla.s.ses? Why would they insult me?”

‘Sly minx!’ Sheng Jian’s mind seethed with one of the few insults he knew.

“Shen, you look great in sungla.s.ses,” Rong Qi said, stepping forward.

Ye Nanshen blocked her path and said, “If Rong Rong says I look good, then I look good. I don’t care about anyone else. Let’s go; I’ve prepared a surprise for you.”

Ye Nanshen reached for Rong Qi’s hand, preparing to leave. However, Sheng Jian’s disdainful chuckle resounded behind them. “Ah, so you hit someone and plan to leave without an ounce of regret. Do such people truly exist in this world?”

“Aren’t you looking at one?” Ye Nanshen said. He didn’t even turn around. The menacing aura he had momentarily contained burst forth again.

‘Shut up, you old turtle! Don’t you know I want to leave with Rong Rong?¹ Ye Nanshen thought.

Rong Qi turned to Ye Nanshen, raising an eyebrow, “You hit someone?”

Ye Nanshen exasperatedly touched his nose and said, “He insulted me first. You know, Rong Rong, I’ve been very restrained this time.”

Ye Nanshen remembered that Rong Qi didn’t like it when he lost his temper. Rong Qi nodded and gripped his hand. She said, “I see. Let me handle this.”

A smile curled up at the corner of Rong Qi’s lips as she stepped forward, holding Ye Nanshen’s hand. Ye Nanshen smiled back, tightening his grip on her hand.

‘Oh, what a spectacle!’ Sheng Jian thought and genuinely chuckled this time.

Sheng Jian had wondered who could tolerate this brash man. It turned out to be the female counterpart—the one who’d dined and dashed, stealing his precious Mystic Berry.

‘Ah, birds of a feather flock together indeed.’ Sheng Jian thought. A sarcastic smile formed on his face..